I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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As you watched Pinocchio slip out of the hotel once again, a myriad of questions raced through your mind like restless spirits seeking answers in the darkness.
"Where have you been?" you whispered softly, the words barely audible even to yourself. It was a question that had echoed in the recesses of your mind countless times before, a silent plea for understanding and reassurance.
You couldn't help but wonder about the places he frequented, the alleys and backstreets he navigated with such reckless abandon. What secrets did they hold, what dangers lurked in their shadows, and what mysteries awaited discovery in the hidden corners of the city?
And then there was the lingering uncertainty, the gnawing doubt that whispered insidiously in the depths of your soul. "Do you know when you're coming back?" you mused, the words tinged with a hint of longing and desperation.
It was a question born of equal parts hope and fear, a plea for some semblance of stability in a world fraught with uncertainty. You yearned for the reassurance that he would return to you, that he would emerge unscathed from the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of the hotel walls.
But deep down, you knew that the answer to that question was shrouded in uncertainty, as elusive as a wisp of smoke carried away on the wind. For in the tumultuous world of Krat, nothing was certain, and even the most well-laid plans could be dashed to pieces in an instant.
So you watched in silence as Pinocchio disappeared into the night, his figure fading into the darkness like a ghost swallowed by the shadows. And as you stood alone in the empty hotel room, you couldn't help but wonder when, or if, he would ever return.
In the absence of Pinocchio, you managed to carry on with your daily routine, going through the motions of life like a well-rehearsed performance. Yet, despite your outward appearance of resilience, there was an underlying current of sadness that tugged at the corners of your heart.
It was a subtle ache, a dull and persistent sorrow that lingered in the spaces between your thoughts and the moments of quiet solitude. In the midst of laughter and conversation, you couldn't help but feel his absence like a missing piece of a puzzle, a void that no amount of distraction could fill.
You tried to bury your feelings beneath a facade of strength, to push aside the waves of melancholy that threatened to overwhelm you. But no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, the sadness remained, a silent companion that followed you like a shadow.
You found yourself longing for his presence, for the warmth of his smile and the reassurance of his touch. In his absence, the world felt colder, lonelier, as if a vital spark had been extinguished from your life.
And so you carried on, navigating the empty spaces left behind by his departure, trying to find solace in the memories you shared and the hope of his eventual return. But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that weighed heavily on your heart, a constant reminder of the void left behind by his absence.
